Some Way
by Nav

Album: Nav (2017)
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  • Yeah, nah-nah-nah, nah-nah-nah, nah-nah-nah
    Nah, nah-nah-nah, nah (nah-nah-nah, nah)
    Nah-nah-nah, nah-nah
    Yeah (oh, babe)

    If I'ma talk, I'ma talk, I'ma keep it real
    Me and my boys, and my boys, we will split a pill
    Noodles and pots in a pot was a nigga meal
    Now that we on, that we on, we gon' split a mill'
    I take a jet, take a jet when I'm overseas
    None of my girls, of my girls gon' get over me
    Shout out to Hawk, shoutout Dooly, shoutout Hennessy
    Them be my bros, be my bros 'til the death of me
    Nobody, nobody know how I really be
    I got some bars for a nigga if he wanna see
    Dress up your talk if a nigga wanna talk to me
    Fuck your phone calls, I don't want apologies (I don't want apologies)
    Everyone said, yeah they said I was gonna peak
    Most number ones, number ones in a nigga league
    I think your girl, think your girl, fell in love with me
    She say my fuck and my tongue game a remedy

    Oh yeah, yeah, I just hit a lick and I know you feelin' some way
    (Oh, nah-nah-nah, nah-nah-nah)
    I just took that chick, and I know you feelin' some way, oh yeah
    She just want a nigga like me, you feelin' some way, way, way, yeah
    She just want a nigga like me, I play no

    Way, we got 'em feelin' some way
    Way, 'cause you see XO in the place, told her, "Wait"
    I gotta get myself together
    Yesterday, I spent two thousand on a sweater, way
    I think the belts inside the store look better on my waist
    I think my nuts look better on her face
    This bitch got addicted, all she do was take a taste
    Now you gettin' mad because you got replaced
    The brown boy and the Starboy on a track (yeah)
    Haters gonna say, "This shit is wack"
    I went to the Hills straight from the trap
    I'ma fuck your bitch and give her back
    She said she pop pills, I told her, "Stop it"
    Check my little pocket I got options
    I'm the first brown boy to get it poppin'
    If I say the words, my shooters gonna pop 'em

    Oh yeah, yeah, I just hit a lick and I know you feelin' some way
    (Oh, nah-nah-nah, nah-nah-nah)
    I just took that chick, and I know you feelin' some way, oh yeah
    She just want a nigga like me, you feelin' some way, way, way
    She just want a nigga like me, I play no games Writer/s: Abel Tesfaye, Navraj Goraya
    Publisher: BMG Rights Management, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Universal Music Publishing Group
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